Teach the children. We don't matter so much, but the children do. Show them daisies and the pale hepatica. Teach them the taste of sassafras and wintergreen. The lives of the blue sailors, mallow, sunbursts, the moccasin flowers. And the frisky ones – inkberry, lamb's-quarters, blueberries. And the aromatic ones – rosemary, oregano. Give them peppermint to put in their pockets as they go to school. Give them the fields and the woods and the possibility of the world salvaged from the lords of profit. Stand them in the stream, head them upstream, rejoice as they learn to love this space they live in, its sticks and leaves and then the silent, beautiful blossoms. Attention is the beginning of devotion.

Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays

Reblog this if you slept with my ex-wife Susan.

Trying to prove a point to my divorce lawyer.

“guess you can never have enough closet space…” “ain’t that the truth. right, evan?” is a line i think none of you are fully taking in cause the first time i heard it i slammed my computer shut and took a lap around the house

calling myself babe when I'm talking to myself. in a pitying but loving way. like babe you gotta get up. babe why are you doing this. babe you're giving me nothing here

"She's absolutely fucking flying."

Derry Girls (2018-2022) Season 2 | Episode 2

@melisusthewee me still having a galaxy brain moment after our brainstorming last night 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯 GOD NEVER ABANDONED MARCELO. HE WAS THERE THE WHOLE TIME, EMBODIED IN HIS FRIENDS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

one day I’ll finally write that ridiculously elaborate fanfiction that I’ve been carefully constructing in my daydreams for months and then you’ll be sorry. you’ll all be sorry.

I want it all

I love AO3 notifications that are just, like, one person leaving kudos on all your work.

Like, thank you for binge-reading my silly little stories.

“What makes a poem a poem, finally, is that it is unparaphrasable. There is no other way to say exactly this; it exists only in its own body of language, only in these words. I may try to explain it or represent it in other terms, but then some element of its life will always be missing. It’s the same with painting. All I can say of still life must finally fall short; I may inventory, weigh, suggest, but I cannot circumscribe; some element of mystery will always be left out. What is missing is, precisely, its poetry.”

— Mark Doty, from Still Life With Oysters and Lemon

Had to share this gem from my twitter tl

Fanfic writers are like crows. If you give them treats (comments) they will bring you shiny things (fanfic)

INCORRECT 9-1-1 QUOTE

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Buck: You're a lying piece of shit!

Eddie: Oh yeah? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD!

Maddie: I'm leaving and I'm taking Chimney with me!

Chimney, gathering cards: Aaaaand that's enough Monopoly for today.

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• fandom: 9-1-1

the curse of adhd:

i will remember with absolute clarity, when the thought strikes me that i have a text to send someone, that this is the fourth time in three days i've attempted to send this specific text

i will forget, in the time it takes me to pick up my phone, that i picked it up intending to send a text

same way a tree makes no sound when it falls if nobody is around to hear. my room is clean as long as some nerd neat freak is not looking at it

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

Bonus points if you include a topic. ( IE. shipping, roleplaying, ect. )

you can be a dickhead to me but my whimsy will always haunt your narrative